Wicked Avalanche

Summary: The mighty warrior Rondal treads where other less-mighty warriors have already trodden, determined to find his treasure.

Wicked Avalanche

"And so it was that yet one more warrior met their doom, buried alive beneath the wicked avalanche."

Those
were the final words of the tale being told, the words that Roldan had
heard upon entering the tavern, and those were words enough, for he was a
warrior, and danger was his birthright. He turned his attention to the
teller of the tale, a pale red-haired girl, while ignoring the locals
gathered around her.

"Where is this place where warriors have died?" he asked her.

"Surely,
sir, you would not wish to join them?" the storyteller replied. "Only
the reckless and foolhardy would venture for that limitless treasure."

"Treasure, you say?" There was a glint in his eye. He liked treasure even more than danger, and he loved danger.

"Maybe
you should listen to the whole story before you become yet another
victim," she said, trying to reason with him, but she was clearly
underestimating him.

"I
have heard enough, whatever treasure there is will be mine, and you,
ginger maid, will need to rewrite your stories to capture my legend.
Now, tell me where it is?"

"The top of Mount Wick," said an old man, his beard long and white. "The mountain of screams."

"Thank
you, old man. Before the next full moon, I will travel to Mount Wick
and I will bring back the treasure, and as for this wicked avalanche,
I'm not going to be bothered by the cold. I've survived the dead of
winter before now."

And with that, Rondal strode out of the tavern, his head held high, ready to further his legend.

Rondal
rode for many days and for many nights over treacherous terrain. As his
steed finally came within the mountain's range, the warrior thought
he'd taken a wrong turn. His map showed the mountain being in the shape
of a burnt-out candle, with a flat top. That's why he'd thought they'd
called it Wick. However, this mountain was more of the traditional
shape, its centre surrounded by a dark ominous cloud. But none of that
mattered to Rondal, he'd climb to any heights under any conditions where
treasure was concerned.

And
so he set off, his mighty horse soon unable to climb the steep
mountain. That wouldn’t stop Roldan though. Abandoning his faithful
steed, he went alone, sweating under his heavy garb that would protect
him from the chill of the avalanche. He continued, onward ever onward,
though the sun beat down hard on him, but soon that was blocked by a
thick plague of insects, filling the sky in front of him, but he
continued to climb, forcing his strong yet weary limbs onward and
upward, knowing that this dark fetid cloud would soon disperse as the
altitude grew higher and the temperature grew cooler. Who knew what
dangers lay further, snow leopards, maybe ice sorcerers; hopefully the
end of the deathly stench, left by the corpses he was treading through,
who'd clearly not even made it to the avalanche part.

With
insects filling his nose and ears, he battled ever onward, the ground
beneath his feet uneven and treacherous, but he struggled ever forwards,
rarely stopping to rest. Finally, the cloud of flying flies began to
clear away. He looked down expecting the ground to be white with snow by
now, for where there is an avalanche there must surely be snow.
However, some parts were brown and some parts were blood red and some
parts looked just like eyes, staring up at him.

And
then he heard the rumble, from high above, and looked to see what was
rolling down toward him, and he saw that it wasn't snow. He let out a
final scream as dead bodies pummeled into him and he realised that he'd
misheard the storyteller's words.

And so it was that yet one more warrior did meet their doom, buried alive beneath the Wick cadaver-lanche.

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Ok, so at first I didn't like it and didn't really want to like it either, because I thought it was going to be like all the other sexist-werewolf-arranged-marriage stories, with characters that don't actually have a character or opinion. But this one starts off the way but after only a few chapt...

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Truly an amazing work of art, I would recommend it to anyone who enjoys mythology. I was up all night reading it, so my under eye bags are gorgeous, but it was worth it.This books deserve so much more recognition, I’m certain that one day they will become a movie.Great job!!!

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Your summary of the story is what got me to read it. You have a way with words and with humor. I didn't really see the strong-willed version of Cordelia. When I think of a strong-willed female character the very first one to pop in my head is Buffy Sommers (There is no stronger-willed female than...

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